Pieces of You...
As you walk I hope you know this is true...
I try but it seems like I just can't stop seeing the images of you...
When I wake up I still check it to see...
When I get dressed I smile cuz it reminds me...
Of late nights when we'd scramble to get dressed...
I'd see you out of the corner of my eye and we'd end up having less time so we're more stressed...
When I grab my jacket I remember your shiver...
And how you'd walk by me in the bitter cold winter...
When I grab my hat I still think of your face...
Just like it was on Christmas day... :,)
When I look at myself in the mirror to this day I still see you...
You're always standing with me, smiling bright as hell too...
Then the high I had is gone your nowhere to be found...
So roll up another one, grab my headphones and listen to the sound...
So then I wake up again and your still here by myside...
With a smile I love and giving me the feeling that I'm still alive...
I don't need to say it everyone knows it's true...
Gotdamn these ever lasting pieces of you...
-Hazey
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
a note from my iPod this morning
I love my lil iPod it's like my trustee. I don't have as many people as I used to, to confide in so here are my thoughts, as of this morning...
To a friend I once had so close,
Today I woke up from a dream with you. I woke up to words I wished were real. I know they aren't coming but a man can dream, literally.
I wrote a poem to you a long time ago. The other day someone messages me about it, and how good it was. They said they sent to a friend of theirs because they had recently lost a lover. Apparently my poetry has some use.
I think it's crazy how I'm still dreaming of a person whom doesn't dream of me. I wonder if what they say is true. The person you dream of is also dreaming of you...I may never know...
-Hazey
To a friend I once had so close,
Today I woke up from a dream with you. I woke up to words I wished were real. I know they aren't coming but a man can dream, literally.
I wrote a poem to you a long time ago. The other day someone messages me about it, and how good it was. They said they sent to a friend of theirs because they had recently lost a lover. Apparently my poetry has some use.
I think it's crazy how I'm still dreaming of a person whom doesn't dream of me. I wonder if what they say is true. The person you dream of is also dreaming of you...I may never know...
-Hazey
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Dear Sabrina
I miss you. I wish, I wish I was there with you. I wish you and I had never parted. Both relationship wise and phyiscally. I wish I could call you everyday, I wish I was apart of your life like I used to be. I wish I hadn't lost so much of myself when you left. Because the past few years I've spent all my time trying to remember who the fuck I am. I sometimes I even wish there was a slim chance of hope between you and I. I won't lie sometimes I wish I had never forced myself to move on, because maybe I wouldn't be sitting where I am now. I am at home alone. I've spent the last four days completely by myself. I've realized that I'm not really important to anyone here. No one not one person but Jb decided to come see me when I needed a friend the most. I think that somewhere deep down I knew this. You were literally the only person who showed me what true friendship is. Yes mike has always been there but he has a kid, Rei well he's gay lol, shorty never decided to keep in touch, my exes well they all well moved on or replaced me. You were literally the only person in the world that I know for a fact I can love and can loved in return with no regret. Yes we went through alot when we were younger but in the end atleast we had each other. Recently, well actually ever since you've left all I've been trying to do is fill the void you left behind. Biish you left a huge fucking hole in my life. Yes I will admit I loved those girls with as much of me as I could give but I can see now the love I gave them wasn't for them. Maybe it was for you....
Idk, I know I love you N I miss you, I hope this letter helps you understand a bit more
-HaSSaN
Write back :P
I miss you. I wish, I wish I was there with you. I wish you and I had never parted. Both relationship wise and phyiscally. I wish I could call you everyday, I wish I was apart of your life like I used to be. I wish I hadn't lost so much of myself when you left. Because the past few years I've spent all my time trying to remember who the fuck I am. I sometimes I even wish there was a slim chance of hope between you and I. I won't lie sometimes I wish I had never forced myself to move on, because maybe I wouldn't be sitting where I am now. I am at home alone. I've spent the last four days completely by myself. I've realized that I'm not really important to anyone here. No one not one person but Jb decided to come see me when I needed a friend the most. I think that somewhere deep down I knew this. You were literally the only person who showed me what true friendship is. Yes mike has always been there but he has a kid, Rei well he's gay lol, shorty never decided to keep in touch, my exes well they all well moved on or replaced me. You were literally the only person in the world that I know for a fact I can love and can loved in return with no regret. Yes we went through alot when we were younger but in the end atleast we had each other. Recently, well actually ever since you've left all I've been trying to do is fill the void you left behind. Biish you left a huge fucking hole in my life. Yes I will admit I loved those girls with as much of me as I could give but I can see now the love I gave them wasn't for them. Maybe it was for you....
Idk, I know I love you N I miss you, I hope this letter helps you understand a bit more
-HaSSaN
Write back :P
Words of the Broken
Words of the Broken
*this is my disclaimer: These words aren't directed at anyone*
(as the stitches tear apart)
That's fine that's just fine
Go ahead, do as you please
Don't worry about it, just forget me
Go in ya phone, find my name, hit that delete key
Not like I care you took all I had left in me
I don't care what you do, you're sick of me right?
Well do your worst fuck three people tonight
What does it matter to me if you find someone else
I'm nothing to you right? Put the memory of me on the shelf
That's right you'll sleep just fine with me gone
Yeah no worries I won't be blowing up ya phone
I was nothing but a waste of your time right?
So it should be easy to replace me is that right?
Find somebody else to cling to at night?
Find another person to hold you tight...
That should be easy for you, and me?
Me find someone else you won't even care to see
If it does happen you won't care either way
I'll hurt while you walk yo lil ass away
Yes I'm mad, yes I'm hurt
Yes I'm pissed this didn't work
No I can't replace you
All I wanted was you
But what hurts more is the truth you see
I won't be okay cuz all I wanted was for you to love me
But after you I'll be alright if no one ever loves me
I'll be heartbroken while you go out on the town all happy and shit!
The fucked up part is you won't even see it because
You'll have replaced me as soon as your done reading this...
-Hazey
*this is my disclaimer: These words aren't directed at anyone*
(as the stitches tear apart)
That's fine that's just fine
Go ahead, do as you please
Don't worry about it, just forget me
Go in ya phone, find my name, hit that delete key
Not like I care you took all I had left in me
I don't care what you do, you're sick of me right?
Well do your worst fuck three people tonight
What does it matter to me if you find someone else
I'm nothing to you right? Put the memory of me on the shelf
That's right you'll sleep just fine with me gone
Yeah no worries I won't be blowing up ya phone
I was nothing but a waste of your time right?
So it should be easy to replace me is that right?
Find somebody else to cling to at night?
Find another person to hold you tight...
That should be easy for you, and me?
Me find someone else you won't even care to see
If it does happen you won't care either way
I'll hurt while you walk yo lil ass away
Yes I'm mad, yes I'm hurt
Yes I'm pissed this didn't work
No I can't replace you
All I wanted was you
But what hurts more is the truth you see
I won't be okay cuz all I wanted was for you to love me
But after you I'll be alright if no one ever loves me
I'll be heartbroken while you go out on the town all happy and shit!
The fucked up part is you won't even see it because
You'll have replaced me as soon as your done reading this...
-Hazey
Thursday, October 8, 2009
A movie, a book, a question
Investigating Sex is probably one of the most intellicual movies I've ever watched. It's so very intriguing. Almost equally intellicually attractive as it is funny. It to me literally does show how men viewed sex in 1929. Yet at the same time showing a window into why men think the way the do now about women, orgasms, and of course making love. To be honest I want to read the book although in French I feel as though it would actually be a great read.
In a portion of this movies depiction of the books view begins to ask about love and how it effects sex. The two women in the movie are kind of funny. It also touches on the traditions and culture of America at the end of the 1920s. When I say the cultures and traditions of America in the 1920s I mean the Protestant Christian traditions and values that were common.
In a scene containing Zoey and her nameless lovestriken and insecure lover. He makes a statement, "Love! Is when a man and a woman want to settle down, have children, and grow old together. When they make love they do such in as Adam and Eve did it!" It raised a very serious question to me. Why is love depicted as such a, very unemotional yet such a romantic emotional and phyiscal attachment? I just don't understand it. Somewhere in time love and sex became intertwined. I would like to know why love and sex were cast together. Why is it that we see sex as such a necessary yet dispicable and sinful deed. It is seen as beautiful yet at the very same time so very distasteful. I just don't understand that. The novel inspired movie does however raise a few points. Why is it that once we have begun sexual activity, as men, that we can not stop?
On a side note, I will say that Freud can not and should not be the last person to have theories about sex.
Watch the movie for yourself
Investigating Sex
Now for my inquiry to the world. So many people today and in times past have spent so much time and energy into finding that perfect one. I will say yes I have been in love. My question is why? Why is it that so many people spend so much time and energy into finding that perfect one. The funny part is that many people have this preconcieved image of what their ideal partner looks like. The thing that is really intriguing is that the mass majority of peoples true mate may not even fit that image in any way shape or form. But isn't love supposed to be blind? If so, why do we have these preconcieved images? Or better yet, why do we subconsciously seek these people out?
Love is supposed to be the tool used to determine wether or not sex should ever be considered, correct? That it is what I've come to deduce, now with that said. Shouldn't we as humans stop looking for these preconcieved images and actually consider that the mate for us may not and probably will never fit that image?
Just a few questions until next time...
-Hazey
In a portion of this movies depiction of the books view begins to ask about love and how it effects sex. The two women in the movie are kind of funny. It also touches on the traditions and culture of America at the end of the 1920s. When I say the cultures and traditions of America in the 1920s I mean the Protestant Christian traditions and values that were common.
In a scene containing Zoey and her nameless lovestriken and insecure lover. He makes a statement, "Love! Is when a man and a woman want to settle down, have children, and grow old together. When they make love they do such in as Adam and Eve did it!" It raised a very serious question to me. Why is love depicted as such a, very unemotional yet such a romantic emotional and phyiscal attachment? I just don't understand it. Somewhere in time love and sex became intertwined. I would like to know why love and sex were cast together. Why is it that we see sex as such a necessary yet dispicable and sinful deed. It is seen as beautiful yet at the very same time so very distasteful. I just don't understand that. The novel inspired movie does however raise a few points. Why is it that once we have begun sexual activity, as men, that we can not stop?
On a side note, I will say that Freud can not and should not be the last person to have theories about sex.
Watch the movie for yourself
Investigating Sex
Now for my inquiry to the world. So many people today and in times past have spent so much time and energy into finding that perfect one. I will say yes I have been in love. My question is why? Why is it that so many people spend so much time and energy into finding that perfect one. The funny part is that many people have this preconcieved image of what their ideal partner looks like. The thing that is really intriguing is that the mass majority of peoples true mate may not even fit that image in any way shape or form. But isn't love supposed to be blind? If so, why do we have these preconcieved images? Or better yet, why do we subconsciously seek these people out?
Love is supposed to be the tool used to determine wether or not sex should ever be considered, correct? That it is what I've come to deduce, now with that said. Shouldn't we as humans stop looking for these preconcieved images and actually consider that the mate for us may not and probably will never fit that image?
Just a few questions until next time...
-Hazey
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